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[guns firing]

We make a dead stick landing,

and once you chop that power
and start down,
you're committed.

You're gonna land
or you're gonna crash.

How do you know
they'll go for it?

They're Black Sheep.

(Gutterman)
Hey, Greg!

We might be crazy,
we're not stupid.

Every man in your outfit
has to speak for himself.

It's a suicide mission!

[siren wailing]

(Bragg)
Pappy!

We got one hour.

Pappy can't fly in one hour.

♪ We are poor little lambs ♪

♪ Who have lost our way ♪

♪ Baa! Baa! Baa! ♪♪

[siren wailing]

(announcer)
The Japanese third fleet

encounters Halsey
in the Fraser Strait

and deals a telling loss

to the Allied strategy
in the Pacific.

Heavily outnumbered,

Halsey's men fight valiantly
against the enemy

to no avail.

In the day-long battle,

the Japanese air force
strikes again and again,

raining death from the sky.

Allied losses run high.

Two carriers disabled.

The fleet at a standstill.

Finally, Halsey orders
a withdrawal

buying time
for the Navy to regroup,

but leaving the enemy
unchallenged

throughout the waters
around Ulithi,

a key Japanese stronghold

in the naval battle
for the Solomons.

(Gutterman)
Watch it, Jerry. You got
two comin' down on you.

(Bragg)
I see 'em.

(Boyle)
Must be fresh meat
out of flight school.

(Gutterman)
Yeah, you got
a two-ton pot roast

coming down at you
right now, Boyle.

[guns firing]

(T.J.)
Nice goin'.

(Bragg)
These guys
fly like penguins.

Save it for later, Boyle.

(Casey)
They're breakin' off.

(Gutterman)
I let 'em go!

We can't let those
knot-heads off the hook, Jim.

(Gutterman)
We're goin' home.

(Casey)
If Pappy was with us--

Pappy ain't with us.

I'm in command, and I'd hate
to have to talk to you

about it on the ground, Larry.

[soldier yells command]

[birds twittering]

(Gen. Moore)
What's wrong with that ship?

(Hutch)
Nothing, sir.

Well, where's Boyington?

He's in the hospital.

[metal clanging]

[sighs]

(Gen. Moore)
Malaria?

I've never seen anything
in your records about malaria.

General.

It's a little bug
I picked up in China.

It's nothing.
They're kickin' me
out today.

The doc says I'm goldbrickin'.

What're you doin' here, sir?

l, uh, was on my way
back from Toctin

and I just thought I'd drop in.

Come on, General.

You've never dropped in
on anybody.

I better get back
to headquarters.

Sir, what is it?
You came by here
for something, sir.

I'm feeling great, sir!

They're kickin' me out today.
I just told you that.

[sighs]

Let's take a walk.

[tires skidding]

Hey, Doc Lindsay!

Hiya, Doc.

No more shots?

No shots. No shots.
No, no, no.

Listen, I want
to talk to you guys.

What about?

Come on in here.
I want to talk to you.

It's about Greg.

Now, listen,
this is just between us.

Well, what's the problem, Doc?

The problem is that...

Well, Greg is an old man
for a fighter pilot.

[all chuckling]

He can't go on the way he has.

With the fever and stayin' up
all night and working

and drinking and flying
every mission with you guys.

That's just
the kind of guy Pappy is.

(all)
Yeah.

One of these days
his next mission

could be his last mission.

There's a hot flash for you.

The old pill pusher just laid
down some gospel.

"Our next mission
could be our last."
That's a real news bulletin.

All I said--

I heard what you said, Doc.

I don't like
takin' military briefings

from the Medical Corps
if you don't mind.

And I don't give a damn

if you like it or not,
Gutterman.

I can ground any man
in this outfit.

In my opinion,
Greg should not be flying.

And you guys have better
find a way to keep him
on the ground

or I will give him
a ticket home!

[airplane engine whirs]

(Gen. Moore)
We took a heck of a beating
at Fraser Straight.

We got to keep
the Japanese third fleet

bottled up at Ulithi

until Admiral Collins'
taskforce gets here
to reinforce Halsey.

Now we need three or four days.

I've got a mission.

If you'll fly it,
it'll give us the time.

You got it, sir.

Now, hold on.
This mission is too dangerous

for me to order anyone to fly.

[jeep engine accelerating]

It's got to be
strictly voluntary.

You got it, sir.

Now, not just you, Greg.

Every man in your outfit
has to speak for himself.

Yes, sir.

You haven't even heard
what it is.

How do you know
if they'll go for it?

They're Black Sheep.

(Gen. Moore)
With only one narrow channel
in and out of the lagoon,

if we sink even one small ship,

we figure that we can
bottle up the enemy fleet
at Ulithi

long enough to give
Collins carriers time

to hook up with Halsey.

But it has to be
a surprise attack.

Hit and run.
In and out, fast.

It's not a job for bombers.

We'll have to use fighters.

They have to be carrying
500-pounders

and auxiliary tanks
to give you the range

and time over the target.

Now that's it.

Okay, you guys.

I've already volunteered,
and I told the General

I wouldn't have
any trouble gettin'
four of you heroes

to come with me.

Now, come on, guys.
Let's see a show of hands.

[door squeaking]

General...

[sighs]

(Gutterman)
Hey, Greg!

We might be crazy!
We're not stupid!

It's a suicide mission!

I just hate havin' Greg
think we let him down.

Hey, are we gonna worry
about what Greg thinks?

Or are we gonna make sure

that sawbones
doesn't send him back
to the States?

Hey, Pappy.

Pappy, it's pretty late.
Maybe you should, uh,

hit the sack
and get some rest, huh?

Maybe you should mind
your own business, huh?

Yes, sir.

Where's he goin' now?

To see General Moore. Called
him first thing this morning.

What's he gonna see Moore for?

Oh, I don't know.

And you didn't listen in?

Of course not.

(Greg)
It's an air strip.

Mmm-hmm.

Well, it was an emergency
strip before the war.

But the Japanese
never used it. Too short.

There's a little hut
at one end of it.
Right there.

General, I wanna lose
the auxiliary tanks.

The extra weight
just slows us down.

We don't have to fly
non-stop to Ulithi.

Are you telling me
you're gonna try to land
at the Bakati?

Sir, it's 10 miles from Bakati

to the--

I know how far it is, Boyington.

But what you're not aware of
is there's an enemy
radio installation there.

There might be a company
of infantry to guard it.

You'd be scooped up
the minute you touch down.

Sir, I was up all night
figuring this out.

We make a dead stick landing,

just as the sun comes up.

We'll be gone before
they even know we were there.

May I ask
just who do you mean by we?

Sir, you--you may ask
anything you like.

I have all the answers.

Hutch.
Yeah?

Have them fix those radios.

Come to my tent.
I want to talk to you.

All right, Pappy.

(Gutterman)
Hey, uh, hey, Greg!

Yeah.

We want to explain
to you why it wasn't--

Hey, no sweat, Jim.
I mean, forget about it.

No sweat at all, huh?

And then he had me
install bomb racks

and two 500 pounders right away.

You don't think
he's crazy enough
to think he can fly

this mission by himself, do you?

I know he ain't.

'Cause he told me
to pull four more birds
off the line

and put rats and bombs
on 'em, too.

What do you think he's up to?

(Casey)
You don't
really wanna know.

A teletype from General Moore.

(Gutterman)
"To Boyington, 214. VMF.

"Response to your request.

"Have secured other volunteers
to fly Operation Ulithi.

"Lieutenants Cooper,
Hines, Baker and Henderson,

"all USN will arrive your base
from Pearl Harbor,

18:00 hours this date."

[airplane engine whirs]

Where's he goin' now?

Wonder why
he's climbin' so high?

[engine turning off]

His engine's out!

He must've chopped it.

He's gonna make
a dead-stick landin'.

Yeah. Carrying
two 500 pounders

and about 800 pounds of fuel.

(Greg)
I knew all the guys
would be watching me

and wondering what
I was doing up there.

Flying a Corsair
with the power off

was just a little easier

than trying to swim
in a pair of lead boots.

And the end result
was about the same.

But I had to remind myself
how hard it really was.

And I didn't care
if the Black Sheep thought
I lost my marbles.

In fact that was exactly
what I wanted them to think.

[propeller clanking]

[engine starting]

[sighs]

You know, it's too bad
there's not a way
to feather the prop

when you chop the power.

Well, there ain't, Pappy.

I know it,
but it's too bad,
isn't it?

(Gutterman)
Did that on purpose,
did you?

That's right.

Well, this came for you.

I suppose all you guys
have read this.

(all)
Hmm.

We all think
it's booby-hatch time, too.

Really?
Mmm-hmm.

Greg, this mission's
too dangerous as it is,

to be flyin' it with strangers.

When we flew
our first mission together,

you were all strangers.

Every one of you.

Yeah, well,
that's different now, Pappy.

Is it?

Different now, huh?

[sighs]

We just gonna have to stop him.

We're gonna have
to stop kiddin' ourselves.

When Boyington makes up
his mind,

that's all there is to it.

[printer printing]

[whooping]

Like that, don't you? Hmm?

[whimpering]

(Casey)
Pappy.

Yeah?

Uh, this just came for you.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, Pappy.

Mmm-hmm.

(Casey)
Hey! Hey, you guys.

The mission's been scrubbed.

Scrubbed?

A weather front
came up over Suva.

All the mass flights
are grounded.

The seagulls
can't get here in time.

All the worryin'
we did about Pappy,
for nothin'.

Well, let's hear it
for the weather at Suva!

[all chattering]

Pappy, shouldn't you knock
that stuff off?

You just got out
of the hospital.

When I want medical advice
from you, Boyle,

I'll ask for it.

Greg, I think it's about time
we had a talk
about this mission.

Talk about what, Jim?

I mean, you guys
have all made your decision.

What's there to talk about?

And when I finished this
and sober up,

I wanna talk to all of you

about the future
of the Black Sheep.

He really wanted that mission.

Maybe we could talk
to Doc Lindsey.

What has Doc Lindsey
got to do with this now?

Should have never listened
to that man
in the first place.

Then we'll have to tell him
we'll fly it with him.

That's a very good idea.
Who's goin'?

Only four can go.

We need a contest or somethin'
to decide?

No.

We'll have a lottery.

All right.

Give me one of those bags
from behind the bar please.

What I got here is, uh,
three black checkers

and 1 2 red checkers.

Wait a minute.
Why only three black?

Because I'm
the executive officer,

and I'm orderin' myself to go.

Black ones go.
The rest stay. Pick one.

What is it?

(Gutterman)
Bragg. Who else?

Okay, French.

One more.

One more.

All right.

Bragg, French, T.J.,
let's go.

[footsteps approaching]

What's the matter with you guys?

Ain't nothing the matter
with us, Greg.

You just got yourself
four volunteers.

You sure?

(Greg)
The glide ratio
of a Corsair

is one-to-one
with the engine off,

you fall one mile
for every mile you go forward.

That's a little better
than a rock.

And the bombs we're carrying

won't make things better.

We remember why it's called
the dead stick landing.

You do the wrong thing
with a stick,

you're dead.

You keep one thing straight
in your head.

Once you chop that power
and start down,

you're committed.

You're either gonna land

or you're gonna crash.

We start at 25,000 feet,

5 miles from the end
of the runway.

We go in at dawn

at 30 second intervals.

And make sure
you're outta the way

of the guy behind you.

Now, from the isle of Bakati,

you are 10 miles
from the Ulithi straits.

We wait for a radio message
from General Moore,

telling us when the first ship
is gonna leave the harbor.

From that point on

we have 20 minutes to get
in the air and hit the target.

We're to sink this ship

at the narrow part
of the strait,

then take off,

land on the carrier Princeton,

refuel and go home.

We'll grab our socks
at 03:00. Any questions?

No questions?

Okay, you guys. 03:00.

T.J.

You're one
of the unhappiest volunteers

I've ever seen.

Well, none of us
really volunteered,

uh, except for Jim.

We got a lottery.

Mmm-hmm.

[chuckling]

I guess.

Ah, T.J.,

Hutch has been telling me
about a problem he's having

with the shackles
on the bomb racks.

He said maybe only four of us
ought to go.

You sayin'
you don't want me to go?

I didn't say that.

Look, this thing
is so harebrained,

I'm frightened of it.

Now what difference

is one plane
more or less gonna make?

The less that go,
the better chance
we have of making it.

You think I'll blow it
for you, don't you?

T.J.--

No!

Don't do this to me.
Please.

I lost that lottery
fair and square.

Either I'm a part of this unit
or I'm not.

We all took our chances.

You pull me now,

every one of the
Black Sheep'll know

that you don't have
any faith in me.

Pull somebody else
if you have to,
but not me.

I have to have some respect
for myself as a man.

You take that away from me,

what have I got?

I'm sorry, T.J.

[sighing]

I'm sorry I shouldn't have
asked you not to go.

Pappy.

Why did you?

You want it straight?

Yes, I do.

I don't think you're up to it.

But I'm not gonna
undercut you
from this squadron.

I've too much respect for you.

You're a good man, T.J.

I won't let you down, Pappy.

I know you won't.

04:00.

On the flight line.

I'll be the first one there.

(Greg)
Hutch worked all night

on the bomb rack
on Gutterman's airplane.

And by the time
he let us take off,

we were far enough
behind schedule to worry me.

We were due to dead stick
on an enemy island at dawn.

We had enough light
to see the runway,

or what used to be the runway
before the Japanese
abandoned it.

But if we came in too late,

there was a chance
we'd be spotted.

So we flew fast

and waited for the sunrise.

It gets cold at 25,000 feet.

But for some reason,
I was sweating.

It could've been nerves,
but I was afraid it wasn't.

I had just gotten over
an attack of malaria

that had kept me grounded
for two days.

And it felt like
the fever was coming back.

Under the circumstances,

that was all I needed.

Okay, we're on time.

When we start down,
it'll still be dark,

but don't let it worry you.

By the time we reach the runway,

it ought to be
light enough to see.

Any of you guys
have anything to say?

Now let's go in.

I'll lead the way,
Jim, you bring up the rear.

Remember, 30 seconds apart.

[engine stops]

[seat belt clicking]

[tires squealing]

[tires squealing]

Hey, where's Jim?

Hey, there he is.

(Greg)
He's too low.

Hey, one of his bombs
is droppin' loose.

If the tip of that egg
touches the ground...

Jim, take it easy.
Don't rock the boat.

Was I draggin'?

One of the shackles came loose.

You got a 500-pounder hangin'
half way to the ground.

That's what I was afraid of.

(Greg)
Rear shackles are
all right.

[breathing heavily]

[all chattering]

T.J., get the radio
out of my bird
and stay with it.

Okay, Pappy.

Anybody bring a bottle?

Why is it I have to think
of everything myself?

All right, let's lift this up.

Don.

Yeah?

You just hook it.
Watch the detonator.

Okay.

You just hook it
when they lift it.

Okay, I will.

Okay, ready?
Ready.

Let's do it on three.
Okay.

One.

(Greg)
Two.

(French)
Come on.

Watch out!

Pappy!

[groaning]
You okay, Pappy?

[shuddering]

Get it up.

(Bragg)
A little more.

[all grunting]

Hey, what's goin' on?

T.J., get Pappy out of here.

Don't move him, T.J.
May have something wrong
with his back.

(T.J.)
It's not his back, Jim.

He's havin' an attack
of malaria.

[speaking Japanese]

Want another pill, Pappy?

(Greg)
Yeah.

[exhaling]

(French)
Hey, what are we gonna do?

Pappy can't fly
in the condition he's in.

[coughing]

I don't know.

Atabrine may help.

I need more water.

I'll see if I can find some.

Japanese on this rock
must drink something
other than Saki.

[radio beeping]

(T.J.)
I got it.

(Gutterman)
What is it?

What is it, Ace?

A weather report.

So what?

I don't get it.

You don't get what?

Listen.

For Suva and Fiji Islands
to New Hebrides

continued light variable
westerly winds

six to eight knots

with two to four foot swells.

So what?

Suva didn't have any weather.

[clapping]

[all laughing]

This whole thing was a con?

There wasn't even no seagulls
from Pearl?

Well, there certainly weren't
any volunteers now, was there?

Pappy and Moore, they dreamed
the whole thing up.

I don't see
why this man stopped
at stealing

a little stinkin' squadron.

A con man with talent like him,

why, he could own a whole
Marine Air Wing by now.

[beeping]

That's gotta be Moore.

That's it.
Home Base to Bushwhackers.

Bottle neck now estimated
in position 11:00 hours.

We got one hour.

Pappy can't fly in one hour.

Well, then we leave him here.

He'll get over it, take off,
and meet us on the carrier.

What about the Japanese
on the other side
of this island?

They're gonna hear us
takin' off.

They're gonna be over here
in 10 minutes.

That man there's gonna be
a sittin' duck.

So what do you suggest?
I'm not gonna sacrifice

this man's life
to complete this mission.

We've been lied to,
we've been conned,

we've been roped
into this thing.

Doc told us
what would happen
if we let that man fly.

We never should have
changed our mind.

Now you get on the horn,
you call Moore,

tell him we have to scrub
this mission. Do it right now.

(Greg)
No.

Stay away from that radio.

That's an order.

I'm in command here now, Greg.

Make the call, T.J.

I said no.

Stay away from that radio.

You got to cock that gun
for it to fire, Greg.

[gun cocking]

Okay.

What do you think
you are gonna do?

[Greg breathing heavily]

I'm gonna hit that target.

Y-y-you can't make it, Pappy.

He'll find out for himself.

[groans]

You go get Jerry.
Bring him back here.

Go fast, please!

[birds chirping]

[speaking Japanese]

[groaning]

Come on, Greg.

(Gutterman)
Pappy, you can't fly
and you know it.

Leave me alone.

You guys might be right.

I may not get off the ground.

But I'm not gonna stay here
and find out

who gets me first.

Malaria or the Japanese.

If I'm gonna check out,

I'm gonna do it my way.

[all chattering in Japanese]

[slurping]

[spitting]

Jerry.

[birds chirping]

[continue chattering]

[yelling]

[grenade exploding]

Something went wrong, Jim.

It looks like you win
this one, Greg.

Help me get him up there.

That's crazy.
He can't fly.

Well, he's gonna have to.

Now help me get him up there.

[soldiers speaking Japanese]

I'm not gonna make it.

All right, Don, I got it.

[speaking Japanese]

(Bragg)
Tojo patrol!

(Bragg)
They're right behind us!

Tojo patrol is comin'.

Okay, we're goin'.

Jim, I'm okay.

Thanks.

[engine starting]

[speaking Japanese]

[guns firing]

(Gutterman)
How about one of you gentlemen
giving me a little cover fire?

[gun firing]

(Greg)
You fly lead, Jim.

You're in command.

(Gutterman)
Okay, Pappy.

(T.J.)
Pappy, you're
losin' altitude.

Hang on, Pappy.

How're you doin', Greg?

I'm doin' okay.

(Gutterman)
Nearin' target.

It's right on time.

All right.

Let's hit her.

[gun firing]

[bomb whistling]

[bomb exploding]

[explosions continue]

(Gutterman)
We got 'em, Pappy.

(Greg)
That's--that's good, Jim.

(radio operator)
Mohawk to Black Sheep leader.

Mohawk to Black Sheep leader.

(Gutterman)
This is Black Sheep leader.
Over.

(radio operator)
We have you on scope.

Change course to 137 degrees

and you'll be in our landing.

What's your fuel supply?

(Gutterman)
Well, our tanks are--

Our tanks are down
and that's not all.
We got a sick man with us.

(radio operator)
How sick is he?

He'll land first.

(radio operator)
Negative.

If you're low on fuel
and he fouls the deck,

the rest of you
may have to ditch.

Listen here, man.
Boyington lands first,

or else I'm gonna bomb
your aircraft carrier
myself personally.

Jim, he's right.
I go in last.

Greg, you're lucky
to be in the air now at all.

(Greg)
Don't argue.

[tires squealing]

(radio operator)
You're coming in cockeyed.

Straighten out your flight.

You're too far to the side.
You can't correct.

Abort your landing
and come around again.

Go around.

[siren wailing]

Get the pilot
out of that airplane

and clear the flight deck fast.

Hold altitude
and circle the ship, Major.

Your pilot's all right,

and we'll bring you in
as soon as we can.

You're cleared to land, Major.

You're cleared to land, Major.

You're doing just fine.

(T.J.)
He's gonna make it.

He's gonna make it.

[tires squealing]

[all chattering]

[all laugh]